Page 58 of Piece By Piece

Thankfully, our main course arrives soon, granting me a distraction when all I can think about is how that colorful lace adorned her subtle curves. In the picture, she was sitting on the edge of a bed – my bed – and the thought that she was there wearing that is enough to make the blood in my body rush south.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those thick thighs and the swing of her hips, her narrow waist, and, of course, that goddamned cleavage. Her face wasn’t in the picture. Smart girl. Not that I’d ever entrust anyone with the sight of her like that. Hell no, that’s all mine to know.

“You all right there? You got so quiet,” she asks halfway through the main course, still smiling. Yeah, she’s really satisfied with the reaction I’m giving her.

“I’m brilliant. Just asking myself whether or not I’ll get to unpack my present later on,” I trail off, hoping damn well that she tells me yes. Not that I’d be mad if she sticks to not letting me touch her, but god, I’d love to worship her body the way she deserves.

Aliena’s blush is the only thing hinting at her lack of full control and confidence. “Mhm, that’s generally how it works,” she agrees, watching me closely. I can’t help the small, triumphant groan to slip from my lips.

“You’re a demon. A cruel, cruel succubus,” I announce, despaired at the thought of another course being in the way of me taking her home.

Aliena merely shrugs, looking very proud of herself. Swallowing the last bite of my meal, I decide that the tables need to turn before I lose my mind, so I hook my feet around the legs of her chair and pull her more flushed against her edge of the table. She startles.

I lean forward and over the table, lowering my voice as I brush a strand of golden hair behind her ear. She shivers, her eyes fluttering, and I want to kiss her right there and then.

That’s not the plan, though, and part of me is still scared of her rejection. Instead, I say, “How about this, Sweetheart; I take you home right now, you let me have my dessert, and then I’ll make you whatever you want myself. Something sweet and sugary since you’ll need your energy after that. Then, I show you what we’ve been missing out on all these weeks. On every counter and up against every wall, you’ll let me.”

When I’m done, my company just blinks at me and swallows, her eyes glazed as she thinks about the picture I just painted in her mind. Satisfied that I regained some control, I lean back in my chair.

She finally shakes herself and nods. “Yeah. Yes, that sounds good,” she confirms hoarsely. I smile and wave the closest waiter over, asking for the check.

On the ride home, I ask her what she’ll want for dessert later, remembering my promise despite my desperation to get home. The only thing keeping me sane enough to think about the possibly missing ingredients is the knowledge that it’ll be a lot more annoying to get out of the house againafterI’ve made Aliena come.

“Anything with chocolate,” she answers quickly. I nod, settling on a plan for what I’ll make later and that I have all the ingredients in my pantry.

It’s a good day to know my way around the oven, I’ll say, since I have every intention of making good on my promise to fuck Aliena on every flat surface of the damn house. After months of not having touched a woman, I’m eager to make up for lost time with her. God knows I have a lot of orgasms to catch her up on.

Like the gentleman I am, I open the door for Aliena and help her out of the car, only to sling my arms around her waist and lift her over my shoulder as soon as she’s on her feet. She yelps, demanding I let her down, but I just laugh and shake my head.

On the elevator ride up, she doesn’t stop slapping her hands against my back. Her protests only falter when we’re in my apartment, nearing the stairs. Then, she holds on to me for dear life.

“Seb, please. You can’t carry me up there. We’re going to fall,” she tries to reason. I pat her thigh softly.

“Come on, Sweetheart, a little trust, please. You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” I say, taking the first few steps. I work out every day for a reason. Surprisingly enough, the girl over my shoulder doesn’t protest anymore, going pliant in my arms.

Once I’m atop the stairs, I head straight for the last room down the hall, throwing Aliena on my bed as soon as I reach it. She bounces twice before getting up on her elbows to glare at me. I smile down at her, my heart racing a mile a second as I wonder what to do next.

I want to kiss her. Fuck, I’ve been wanting nothing more than to kiss her for a long while now. I just hope that today is the day she actually lets me.

I climb over her, nearly groaning when she smiles and lets her knees fall apart to make space for me. My hips settle between her legs and my arms brace on either side of her head, one hand caressing her cheek.

With a voice so hoarse I barely recognize it, I ask, “Please, tell me I can kiss you?”

She nods. “You said I was dessert. You can taste me wherever you want.”

With an anguished groan, I smash my lips down on hers, the caress on her face becoming a possessive grip. The kiss isn’t slow or gentle. No, it’s a desperate press of lips, deepened by her when she arches her neck to come closer to me.

I nip at her lips, letting my body melt further against hers, and she opens her mouth with a sigh. My tongue seeks entry immediately, greeted by her own as we settle on a fast pace.

God, the times I’ve imagined this. Imagined her beneath me, her soft body pinned to the mattress as I learn all the ways to touch and please her. My imagination had nothing on the real thing, though.

Aliena’s hands unbutton my shirt, never once breaking the kiss, and I follow her lead, rolling up her dress. My fingers brush against the hot skin of her outer thighs, over the lace underwear I know to be green, and finally squeeze her waist. I let go of the black fabric to take in the feel of her, enjoying the way she shudders beneath my touch.

I take my hands off her only long enough for her to rip off my shirt. Then, she lifts her upper body, a silent command for me to take off her dress. I do, and when she tries to pull me back down to connect our lips once more, I deny her that and lean back, wanting to take her in.

And what a sight she is. Smooth, fair skin, interrupted only by the occasional beauty mark. Almost without my notice, my hands reach out to touch her again, to caress her tummy and feel the sway of her hips.

At the gentle contact, something enters Aliena’s eyes and she shivers. Reaching out to grab my wrist before I can reach the waistband of her panties, she breathes, “Seb.” A command to do what, exactly, I’m not sure. All I know is that my name on her lips is enough to make my blood run hotter.

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